Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.